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Snow on Christmas Day. As I walk out with bird seed birds cry Santa’s here. Donal Mahoney
The older I get the more beautiful they are without exception Donal Mahoney
Midnight in San Francisco. Yoshiko is 93 and she can’t sleep so she sits in her recliner and nibbles on a rice cake,
Long ago you said birth and death were the bookends of life. Nothing before. Nothing after. We were saplings at the time. Since then we’ve made a lot of mon…
Where did it go? I really don’t know. I lost it weeks ago in the middle of the night. Too tired to get up.
Beautiful lady in the checkout lan… is spotted by Roscoe, a wealthy ma… wandering in Walmart. He admires her chocolate hair, bonbon eyes, vanilla creme complexion, a walk
Natural Family Planning has its ups and downs so to speak but it often works quite well. But when the calendar
The blind artist paints life as he wants it to be a tranquil sky a big sun smiling everyone laughing.
Sometimes a woman leaves a man for another man or just leaves. Sometimes a woman
Sometimes she sits there and listens to him. Sometimes he sits there and listens to her. Sometimes they know
The last visitor before I sleep is always the old priest puffing up the stairs to my door, a wine cask under each arm, a loaf of pumpernickel in his teet…
In 1962 my father toiled in Quinc… two weeks, no more, and saw no blacks except for two young ladies who moved like swans
She was about the doing not about applause canning tomatoes in summer baking pies in fall quilting winter away
No one goes to the patio now except at night when Ann goes out to spread old bread and sunflower seed on the small table for birds
Please tell me if I’m right about what you just told me. You say he came to Earth, died for me, rose from the dead
